Letra de Back Cooking - Gucci Mane

(Feat. OJ da Juiceman)

(Squat made the beat)

(Go Grizz) Chyeah

Ayy, Juiceman

(B100) Uh, ayy

Balenciaga 43, I just bust a thirty-six

448 for 1K, young Juiceman, yeah, he the shit

Flippin' brick, don't politic, your main ho suck like a tick

Rollie watch, it never tick, I'm the first-round draft pick

Skrrt-skrrt in the pot, call me Mr. Trap-A-Lot

Now I'm in the studio, reposado Julio

Plug just hit my line, man, young Juiceman speak Español

Playin' with the ki', but I don't own a piano, though

Yellow-colored diamonds on me lookin' like a banana, though

Juiceman in the kitchen like a chemist with the antidote

New 2025 and Juiceman ain't even got a note

White-tee shawty, same color as some Dove soap

Well, damn

Juiceman, Gucci

Juiceman just came probably

From a long day of trappin'

He came, just walkin'

Jamaican hit my line and he talkin' 'bout, "What the bloodclaat?"

First 48, they say Gucci killed the parking lot

Buddy told his partner, "On your head, I see a red dot"

One second later, blood leakin' out that red spot

Think I'm a magician by the way I make work disappear

Summer, goin' all silk, winter, goin' cashmere

Playing with them kis again, they call me the locksmith

Gucci cannot stop suckin', shawty got them locked lips

You ain't really no trap nigga if Gucci ain't in your top fifth

I just fucked the plug wife, now the plug pop pills

Bank account do front flips, rims doin' cartwheels

I live like a lil' kid, garage full of Hot Wheels

This is my reality, I wake up to real mils

Shawty got a cold, stand next and feel a real chill

Gucci Mane still hard to kill, fuck how these bitch niggas feel

Five hundred mil' left in my will, me and my bitch Uncle Phil and Viv

Yeah, real trap shit, real legend

Tell somebody to buy some better shit

EA, GA, 1017

Is it, is it hard, is it hard to be fresh if you don't have money or do you still pull it off?

When I ain't have no money, I still had sauce (Mhm)

If you don't got no sauce, then you lost (Mhm)

But you also can get lost in the sauce

You can get lo— how you get lost in the sauce?

Man, a bitch, man, a bitch gon' get lost in the sauce, man (Mhm)

You know what I'm sayin'?

I know what you sayin', man

I'm not— man, I'm sprinklin' sauce, droppin' sauce as we speak, man

Right, right, right

Know what I—

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